Two Broken Souls and An Unwanted Child

Solitude found in this cluttered bathroom
As I continuously grasp for an inch of normality.
Falling, when I've already been at the bottom,
groveling for happiness.
Struggling to find peace while drowning admidst
two broken souls and an unhappy marriage.
Reaching upward, as they drag me down.
Bruise me externally again,
The pain I can handle,
but emotional damage takes its toll.
Hearing their disappointment in their accidental being,
screamed across the hall.
Wishing to run far away and reach flourescent red,
yet being stationary in this grey.
Frequently reminded of my imperfection,
always undeservingly humbled.
No chance for survival
in this endless conflict.
Being drug about it's filth,
with a predatorious rope.
A vulnerable, orphaned victim,
crying to be released from a filial war.
Blood pouring from each internal scar
and tears leaking from each external bruise,
as I silently scream and nobody knows.
Solitude found in this cluttered bathroom,
As I continuously grasp for an inch of normality.